Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

I asked. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, “Three months, perhaps.” He answered. “You have the worse luck getting sex, now Anna is going to date you, but won’t let you touch her.” I said. “That’s hilarious.” I added. He turned facing the ceiling, he laughed “You’re crazy” he said to me. “I could get sex if I want, I could get down with any girl in a club if I ever wanted.” “You have been sex-starved Andy. How about we do it together?” I said looking at his face “It won’t be weird, we have known each other for long, its better hooking up with a stranger just to get pleasure.”

He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit! I knew I still had plenty of time. He didn´t just fuck his victims. He played with them, toyed with their emotions, and gorged on the continuous fear. He scars and torments them until they let go of their natural bodily functions and defecate and urinate themselves, ensuring that he lamented their lack of dignity and despair. He would reach out with an olive branch of hope and build them up, then laugh when the light dimmed in their eyes once they had the realization that there was no escape, letting fear emerge once again.

I breathed, the words coming from somewhere below normal reasoning. It was from the part of a person that says true things when all the filters were shutdown. “I want you so badly I might end up fucking you one day while you’re sleeping.” I gasped “ how much longer do I have to beg you to let me eat your long monster dick” I was begging desperately. I laughed at myself even as I said it, a short breathless laugh that dissolved back into sobs. “I can’t take it anymore, Alex,” I said, and my voice cracked, the frustration and the desperation of waiting months for something I knew I would never have was more than obsession. “Please. I just want you to—”

But they heard me, I can tell from the way they’re all looking at me. “I need all of you, please. I need your cocks, I need to feel you stretching me open and filling me up until I can’t think. I feel so empty right now. Please.” I continue, occasionally adding the magic word in hopes that it will make them give me what I want. The desperation in my own voice would embarrass me if I still had any dignity left, but I don’t, and quite frankly, I don’t want it. All I want is them, their dicks stretching me open until my vision whitens.

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she threw her on bed and close her eyes pretending like she is sleeping but when the Boss came back Desmond didn't even mind that his mouth stinks of alcohol, he first lick her lips follow by wet kisses all over the face Andrea felt totally disgusted, she pushed him aside and sat up he also stop kissing her face. he pulled the plate roughly causing a little spill on the white bed clothing. still " come on baby... open your mouth let me feed you " he slurred " No thanks.... i can eat by myself... " before Andrea would complete her statement Desmond began to hiccup but little did she know that he was about to puke! " what's wrong? " she held his chest but it was too late. Desmond emptied his b

I hope to God he can’t hear the desperation in my voice. He spins me around and shoves me back toward the bathroom. I waste no time pulling down my jeans and squatting on the toilet. As bad as I need to go, the stream takes a minute to start with him watching. This is so damn humiliating. Made worse by the lift of Dagger’s brow when I don’t pee right away. The relief is so great when my body finally cooperates that it’s hard not to groan. I’m sure he’d like that. I look around for toilet paper and find none. “Seriously, there’s no paper?”

“Eating like a dog. So desperate. I didn’t think you’d lose all sense of dignity, but here you are.” His words were cutting, each one sharper than the last, but they couldn’t stop me. The food was too much of a temptation. I didn’t care what he said, I just needed to fill the emptiness. “Slow down,” he continued, stepping closer as I devoured the chili. “You’re embarrassing yourself. You don’t even care how it looks, do you? Just like a starving animal, desperate for any scrap.” Theo’s smirk deepened as he watched me finish the chili, his cold eyes filled with amusement. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and spoke in a tone that was both commanding and mocking.

“You’re right, I don’t know what I’m saying.” I took a deep inhale and leaned closer to him, placing a kiss on his lips. “Babe, I love you so much, but I really need this baby—and a little discomfort is a price I’m very willing to pay.” He rose from his chair. “That’s the fucking problem. Have you wondered if your desperation to have a child is leaving you blind to reality?” I flinched. “Is that what you see this as? Satisfying my… desperation—is that what you think this is all about?”

Melinda just stood by the monitors with a heavy expression as she watched the different areas of the mansion displayed on the screen. “Is he always like this?” Liya asked, not being able to bear the silence any longer. “Like what?” Melinda asked, her brows wrinkled. “Blocking people, acting like he can’t rely on anyone but himself,” Liya said in frustration. Melinda smirked. “In a world like his, trust is like a poison that kills you slowly. He is not used to depending on anyone but himself.” Liya wanted to question her further, to understand the man she was forced to marry, but before she could open her mouth, the screen of the monitors blinked and showed the front gates of the mansion.